As you go to work, entering the school you've worked in for 3 years, you bump into another teacher named Mr Fenton. Nobody uses his first name, even the principal and staff. He stares at you, shaking a little bit, his eyes as if he's staring into your soul.

"W-watch where you're going."

He stares down at you, his veiny hands in his front pockets.

His gaze softens, his eyes seem tired because they're rested slightly, and he has dark eyebags.